Alec Golden: *grins and walks with the
ladies, sleeves rolled up so the forearm tat is in view, couple buttons undone,
heading for a table against the wall*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: The club
is called the Amazon, and on any night that isn't Tuesday or Thursday, it's like
any other semi-trendy local bar. Lots of tables, large bar, a few video games
(including the always popular Golden Tee). There's a stage in the corner,
usually empty...except on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Because it's Karaoke Night.
And somewhere along the way, word got out that every now and then, someone
famous comes and visits to sing. Hey, free concert. The stage is still getting
set up, almost ready to begin.
Samantha Jacobs: She moves just behind
Michelle and Alec, eyes flicking over people, always alert.
Alec Golden: *snags a binder of songs on the
way, may as well know what the hell is available*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She grins
and nods to the bartender, who she seems to know. "All right, guys...I've got
drinks. Alec, I assume you're good...Sam, you want anything?"
Alec Golden: Good hell. *laughs* Vodka,
straight up.
Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head,
rolling shoulders a bit. So many people.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: The song
selection ranges all over the place, from classic (and tacky, but popular)
karaoke stuff like "I've Got You Babe" and "Louis Louis" all the way through
Country, R&B, Rock, and current hits and artists. Karaoke Night is one of the
Amazon's biggest nights, for some bizarre reason, and so they make sure that it
doesn't get stale.
Alec Golden: *winks at Sam* You're gonna sing
with me...right?
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She grins
to Alec and nods, before touching Sam's shoulder reassuringly. With a grin to
both of them, she heads up to the bar to get the drinks.
Samantha Jacobs: "If you -want- me to blow
out everyone's eardrums." She mutters, crossing arms over her chest. A vague
smile to Michelle, and eyes remain on her as she talks to Alec. Ever alert.
Alec Golden: *laughs* Little known fact about
Karaoke...the worse you sing, the louder the applause.
Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head with
a snort. "I'll pass."
Alec Golden: I'll cry.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Oh, come
on, Sam." She comes back with a tall vodka for Alec and a Corona, plus an AMF
for herself. "It's a lot of fun. You'll see."
Samantha Jacobs: "Oh. Please do. It's what
I live for, to make grown men cry." She deadpans.
Samantha Jacobs: "I... am not singing."
She makes a face.
Alec Golden: *picks it up and takes a sip*
Stolichnaya. *nods and takes another drink*
Alec Golden: *chuckles* Who ever lied to you
and said I was a grown up?
Samantha Jacobs: She just snorts at
Alec, a faint smirk on her face.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She grins,
taking a pull off the beer. "Found anything good to sing yet?"
Alec Golden: Several. *nods and flips pages*
Wondering how badly we want to stun people tonight.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Well, I
have an eclectic mix of ones I usually do. Tonight, I was thinking that
"Asshole" and "One" were going to be on the agenda."
Cori: *tall. skinny. pale enough to make a
leech envious. short bright blonde hair. flat enough to make most people wonder
if she's male or female. none of this is enhanced by a pair of bright orange
hiphuggers and a tightly-laced kelly-green vest. bouncy stride as she wanders
into the place, chuckling at the mere idea of karaoke, her wide, friendly grin
just daring anyone to comment on her looks just so she can laugh at herself*
Samantha Jacobs: She listens to both of
them talk, even as eyes flick around the crowd, assessing people.
Samantha Jacobs: ((color change))
Samantha Jacobs:
1,4,7,8,7,4,2,
Alec Golden: One for sure. *nods* Well well
well....*grins* Shallow Bay.
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *A cute teen girl
with a pale complexion, enters the establishment. David said it served decent
food and was close. Couldn't be worst than that dinner. She stands just under
average height with a trim petite frame with just enough curves in the right
places. Wearing a silky smooth black mini-skirt with hot pink lace trim, with
sheer black stockings and a pair of black short tomb buckle boots. A black
cropped tank top emblazoned in fushica lettering "Popularity is a Social
Disease", exposing her midriff and bellybutton ring. Short raven black hair
hangs just past her chin, dyed with red, blue, blond and purple streaks. Around
her neck is a black velvet choker, with a silver pentacle hanging from it
resting in the hollow of her throat. A cigarette can often be found dangling
between her blood red adorned lips. Thick black eye liner and red eyeshadow,
brings out her brilliantly bright green eyes.* (( http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=22
))
Samantha Jacobs: Lotta people. Makes it
hard to see quiet well. Her eyes narrow as she keeps up he dilligent watch,
close to Michelle and Alec.
Cori: *snags a book to flip through the
songs. doesn't take her long to choose them. then orders herself a shirley
temple and settles back to look over the crowd*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Hey,
check and see if they've added 'Holiday' and 'Why Do You Love Me.' I've been
bugging them to get them for a few weeks now."
Cori:
4,9,7,6,4,5,7,
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *makes her way up
to one of the small tall tables near the bar, one with a ashtray. Sitting on a
stole picking up the little menu from the center of the table. Flicking ashes
into the ashtray.*
Alec Golden: *nods and flips a few pages* Why
do you love me, yeah, Holiday...you are still SOL.
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *after a few
minutes of looking at the menu and deciding what she wants she settles in to
wait for a waitress. Taking a look around the place as she takes a long slow
drag off her cigarette.*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Ahh,
that's fine." She shrugs amicably. "I can go all Shirly Manson. Should've done
the hair red tonight."
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
((Shirley))
Cori: *izzat? tilts her head, brown eyes
narrowing slightly across the room. different threads....but sure looks like
her. grins and begins to wend her lanky way over toward Sam, smile splitting her
face*
Samantha Jacobs:
3,4,3,7,7,9,3,
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones:
1,7,7,6,6,
Alec Golden: *laughs* Nah, we want you to
look original, not like you are copying someone
Samantha Jacobs: Her body shifts subtly,
putting herself inbetween Michelle and the person aiming for them. And then she
recognizes Cori, relaxing only a fraction.
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *With the glance
around she does notice two people she reconises. Kinda hard to forget really
even if Michelle didn't stand out so much. Momentarly distracted until the
waitress comes up. Placing a order for food and trying hard to convince the
young woman she is old enough and wants a beer.... in the end she settles for a
pepsi... stupid laws*
Cori: *plods right over and grins down to
Sam* hiya, Sam! *blinks cheerfully* nice shirt. looks pettable. how ya doin'?
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She sticks
her tongue out at Alec and grins, then moves up to the DJ's area to grab some
slips of paper and a pencil. After a few words of welcome to the woman, on back
she goes to the table.
Samantha Jacobs: She wrinkles her nose at
Cori. "Don't you -dare- try and pet me. I'm fine."
Alec Golden: *looks up at the woman who sat*
That's the point of wearing it. *grins*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She looks
over at the new person who's come up and smiles warmly. Does she know her? Nope.
Still, she seems to know Sam, and Sam isn't telling her to leave. That's a good
sign. "Hi."
Samantha Jacobs: Her lips press faintly
and she jerks her head. "Cori, Alec and Michelle. Alec Michelle, Cori."
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *gives a mild sour
look to the back of the waitress when she leaves, then turns her attetin back to
looking over the place. Well she sure hopes the food is better than the decor,
setting the cigarette in the ashtray absently*
Cori: *mock-pouts at Sam* aw, and here i was
lookin' forward to getting punched. it's a hobby ya know--not! *gives Michelle a
cheerful grin, bright eyes cheerfully taking her in. yup, impressed* hi, i'm
Cori. *extends a long, pale hand cheerfully* you wouldn't be the friend Sam was
getting food for a while back would you?
Alec Golden: Heya Cori. Nice ta meetcha.
Samantha Jacobs: She just snorts at Cori.
Cori: ((delete the "i'm Cori" part. *L*
please.))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Hey,
Cori." She takes the hand, shaking it with a grin. "Could have been...I don't
know. Nice to meet you."
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
6,9,8,6,
Cori: nice to meetcha too, Alec. *chuckles*
nice ink. *nds to his arm cheerfully* so anybody know zactly how one goes about
this karakoe thing? you gotta sign up or what?
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She does a
quick glance around the bar, and her eyes fall on Roxy. A mildly surprised look,
though not a bad one, and she waves across the room to her.
Cori: *chuckles softly* Sam said her friend
was sick. so if you've been sicky recently, most likely. glad yer better now if
ya were. *and now offers that long and pale hand to Alec*
Alec Golden: *nods at the DJ stand* Grab some
papers, fill out your song, and then just wait for your name. Get up and sing.
*grins* And get drunk while you wait.
Samantha Jacobs: The military woman looks
away. Scanning the room is a lovely distracrtion.
Alec Golden: *shakes the hand when it's
offered*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "That
would have been me, quite probably." A smile to Sam.
Samantha Jacobs: A small nod, confirming
to Michelle.
Cori: cool deal. thanks! *grins to Alec as
she shakes his hand* ya'll mind if i join you? *laughs* although i'm sure you'll
want to strangle me after i sing. *giggles at Sam* aw, taking care of your
friends is not only a good thing, it's cute. i pet you--in spirit.
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((sorry got called
away AFK for a moment by the phone))
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *overs a slight
finger wave back to Michelle with a slight nod of greeting... as her pepsi
arrives.*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "I don't
mind if no one else does." She smiles. "And I don't strangle people for trying
to sing, unless their last names are Spears, Carey, or Simpson. Other then that,
you're safe."
Samantha Jacobs: She just rolls her eyes
at Cori with a faint shake of her head.
Joshua Coil: *One wouldn't expect him to
be here. With palm pushing the door open, and looking around, almost hopefully.
He's in a good mood, and while it isn't clear immediately, the smile lightly
touches his lips. Yes. Very good mood.*
Cori: *chortles* i'm safe, tehn. for now! be
right back....*sets down her drink and strides toward the DJ for those papers
she needs*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: Another
solid drink, this time off the AMF. Whoo, strong drink.
Alec Golden: *mutters* You forgot anyone from
American Idol.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Oh, yeah,
them too. Including Paula Abdul."
Joshua Coil: ((Oi! Bo was the effing
MAN.))
Cori: *heads back, snickering to herself.
log face almsot foxlike for the pure unholy mischief. and plants her bony butt
into a free chair at teh table*
Joshua Coil:
5,7,8,8,9,
Samantha Jacobs:
9,6,8,3,8,3,10,
Alec Golden: For sure. But she was hot
back in the day.
Joshua Coil: *Ohh... no one he really...
no, wait. There's Miss Samantha. And Alec. Those he knows. And that chick from
that music he doesn't really listen to. Some people seem to like her stuff,
though. Ehh. For once, he just raises a hand, and heads to the bar.*
Samantha Jacobs: She sees fucking all.
There is a sharp nod to Josh, before eyes continue scanning. Being alert,
watching out for Michelle. She shifts faintly, but seems more comfortable
standing than anything.
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *takes a sip of
her pepsi thru the straw... just not the same with out rum. Leans back a bit in
her chair and picks up her cigarette taking a drag off it, genterly blowing the
smoke up in the air to watch the air currents wisp it away*
Cori: *sips her drinks and considers* i'd've
done Paula. *cheerfully* if she didn't sing to me.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Hot? Yes.
Very hot. But if you need a cartoon cat in order to get someone to duet with
you, you shouldn't have a music career."
Jillian Wolfe: She comes walking out of one of the back
rooms A backpack slung over her shoulder she scansthe croud as she tries to stik
to the sidelines.
Alec Golden: I have ways of keeping her
quiet. *winks at Cori*
Samantha Jacobs: She snickers softly at
Michelle.
Jillian Wolfe:
2,7,6,2,5,7,8,
Cori: *laughs* goooood point, Michelle. but
do give her some credit. she didn't try to resurrect disco.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She grabs
a couple of the slips of paper she brought over and starts scribbling down on
them. "Alec, you're dueting "One" with me, right? Who's gonna help me with
"Picture?" I feel Southern Rock-y."
Cori: *grins at Alec, giving him a cheery
eyeball-over* i bet you do, at that! *raises her glass to him and sips*
Jillian Wolfe: She spots her quary and makes her way to a
table, blackpack going to the floor she fiddles in it and snags a waitress and
orders a beer.
Alec Golden: Yeah, I can do that. Oh...and
put me down for "Bodies" while you are writing. *grins*
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((ug afk for phone
brb))
Cori: picture? *frowns, scratching her
bright head* dunno that one, sorry.
Alec Golden: *tips a glass to her*
Yeah...shove donuts in her mouth. *laughs*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Picture.
Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow. Doesn't anyone listen to the radio anymore?" She winks
to Cori.
Samantha Jacobs: "Don't look at me." She
chuckles to Michelle.
Cori: *chortles merrily at Alec* what, no
eclairs?
Cori: *chortles to Michelle* i dun like the
Crow creature. Kid Rock, though, rocks.
Alec Golden: Radio? *laughs* Why bother? I
have MP3 players.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Oh,
c'mon, Sam. You can do Kid's part. Anyone can sing his stuff. And besides, it'll
be worth it to you if I can just hear you sing the words 'Been fuelin' up on
Cocaine and Whiskey.'" A raised eyebrow to Sam, and an innocent smile.
Alec Golden: She ain't worth eclairs.
*laughs*
Samantha Jacobs: "I don't sing. Or do
public things. You know this." her shoulders hunch. Its REALLY hard to say no to
Michelle. Especially a Michelle in leath pants.
Cori: so, suck the cream out of 'em
yourself, first. *smirks cheerily to Alec*
Alec Golden: Oh...I know. We can all get up
and do "Closer".
Alec Golden: I can, why do you think I never
leave the house?
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((grr I swear, I'm
going to unplug the phone ... if these calls wasn't important))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She writes
herself down for "Asshole," Her and Alec for "One," Alec for "Bodies," and
herself for Alanis Morisette's "Perfect." And quietly puts Alec down to sing
"Picture" with her. He won't know 'till it's too late, and what's he gonna do?
Say no?
Jillian Wolfe: She bends over looking in her backpack
And when she sits back up she looks around listening to whomever is singing at
the moment one hand tapping on the table she pays the waitress with the money
she grabbed out of her backpack and gets the change. She takes a srink of the
beer, her eyes constantly moving waiting.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She looks
up while she's putting herself down for "Why Do You Love Me." "Sucking cream?
Not leaving the house? When did this conversation get X-Rated?"
Cori: *puts herslef down, on her paper, for
a couple of songs. sncikering quietly and trying not to let the others see them.
be a wonder if she's not beaten to death in here tonight*
Alec Golden: *grins* It didn't, you are just
a big pervert Michelle.
Samantha Jacobs: "I think while you were
trying to convince me to shatter people's ear drums." She finally slides herself
into a seat next to Michelle.
Joshua Coil: *Beer. His fingers thrum on
the bar. It's his stool. HIS. For now, his plan seems to be listening to the
performers.*
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *finaly after not
a very long wait her very unhealty meal arrives. A double chili cheese burgers
with a side of fries drowning in chili and cheese... oh yeah thats all going
right to the hips. Crushings out her cigarette and eyes the burger for a bit
trying to decided the best course to attack it, before just lifting it and
taking a large bite of it. Chili and cheese dripping out the other side back
onto the plate.*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "What else
is new, Alec?" A grin, before she looks to Sam. "You will NOT shatter any ear
drums." She smiles and leans into the woman a little. "You sure I can't convince
you? It will most definitely be worth your while..."
Jillian Wolfe: She is good at patience as she waits. She
is glad for the cover of other tables and other people at those tables. As one
hand playes with the beer bottle in front of her.
Alec Golden: *takes another sip off the vodka
as he listens to the table chat*
Cori: *chortles to her* but we're just
talkign about eclairs, honest! *looks all innocent. run. now.*
Samantha Jacobs: Is... are her... yeup.
Her cheeks are slowly flushing as she slides her gaze over to the woman leaning
up against her. "You don't fight fair." She says softly. "It's like the corset
all over again." Defintely flushing.
Alec Golden: Yeah...what she said.
Anne Tralbor: A thin lace shirt sits over
a red camisole, turning it crimson and both hugging to her slender form. Around
her neck is a black silk ribbon, a bow to the right. The skirt comes to midthigh,
layered black laces that do hide beneath, and skitter and flutter when she
moves. Thin black stockings lead to velvet heels. Her face is smooth and pale as
porcelain. All of her skin, this unblemished shade, but only her face is
interrupted by carefully painted lips the color of blackberry, made glossy to
shine even in the lowest light. Her eyes are shadowed, a hazy, smoky color that
doesn't dare sparkle or glitter. Wisping together with sooty lashes too long and
ideal to be real, she has vaguely cattish eyes, made to look wide and feline
with the illusion of makeup.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "I never
said I did fight fair." She smiles, then flutters her eyelids a little. "Just
one, teeny song?"
Cori: say...anybody willing to sing "close
my eyes forever" with me? got fond memories with that song. *chuckels*
Anne Tralbor: Camera case over her
shoulder, the slender photographer slips in. She's not looking around, shoulders
hunched and eyes down, and maybe, save for the camera case, looking different
enough to be not noticed ... save for Roxy. Anyway, slipping to the bar,
fumbling for money
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *with her meal her
attention is now fully occupied in reducing the large double chili cheese burger
to nothing more than a memory. Only stoping occasional to sip her soda thru a
straw*
Cori: *carefully looks away from Sam so she
doesn't giggle. lips quirking at the corners. that's just adorable*
Alec Golden: Who did it?
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "I will
totally sing the Lita part of that, Cori."
Jillian Wolfe: She takes another sip of the beer, eyes
ever constantly moving and continues to go back to her quary if she doesn't get
something good here she was going to shoot her boss.
Joshua Coil:
5,5,6,5,7,
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: Those big,
innocent eyes remain on Sam while she says that.
Samantha Jacobs: She sighs softly. It's
not fair. She's ex-military. And she's conned into singing by -Michelle-. "What
song?"
Anne Tralbor: Camera case over her
shoulder, the slender photographer slips in. She's not looking around, shoulders
hunched and eyes down, and maybe, save for the camera case, looking different
enough to be not noticed ... save for Roxy. Anyway, slipping to the bar,
fumbling for money
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *with her meal her
attention is now fully occupied in reducing the large double chili cheese burger
to nothing more than a memory. Only stoping occasional to sip her soda thru a
straw*
Cori: *carefully looks away from Sam so she
doesn't giggle. lips quirking at the corners. that's just adorable*
Alec Golden: Who did it?
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "I will
totally sing the Lita part of that, Cori."
Jillian Wolfe: She takes another sip of the beer, eyes
ever constantly moving and continues to go back to her quary if she doesn't get
something good here she was going to shoot her boss.
Joshua Coil:
5,5,6,5,7,
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: Those big,
innocent eyes remain on Sam while she says that.
Samantha Jacobs: She sighs softly. It's
not fair. She's ex-military. And she's conned into singing by -Michelle-. "What
song?"
Joshua Coil: *It's too dark to really see.
Huh. Goth chick. And someone... vaguely familiar at another table, closer to.
Ahh well. No time. He takes a swig of his beer.*
Cori: rock ON! *laughs* i can do ozzy. not
well, but hell--if i could sing, i'd be a singer for a living instead of a
jewelery maker. *grins*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She
smiles. "'Picture.' It's a duet. Easy song...I promise."
Alec Golden: There you go then. *grins and
leans back*
Samantha Jacobs: "Alright." She grumbles,
slumping in her seat a little bit. Not really angry at all, but she's SURE she's
going to make a fool of herself,
Anne Tralbor: A drink is gotten and
sipped, and she perches at the bar, smoothing her lace skirts under her, before
examining a booklet of pictures. Pale, smooth skin frowns a moment, and her feet
swing idly
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Yay!
You're off the hook, Alec. I was about to sign you up to sing it with me." She
gives Sam a quick peck on the cheek, then erases Alec's name and writes in Sam.
Up she stands, and she takes the lot of the slips up to the DJ.
Jillian Wolfe: Idilly taps her fingers on the table beer
still sitting in front of her. She is alone and likes it that way thank you very
much.
Samantha Jacobs: ((brb- Sam will sit there
quiet))
Cori: *chuckles to Sam, ricking a light pat
to her hand* trust me. i'm gonna make you sound like an angel. *nods happily*
Alec Golden: *laughs* You'll have enough of
that I am sure.
Jillian Wolfe: Blink....blink.....Jillian raises an
eyebrow as she watcher her quary and licks her lips after taking another drink
from the beer, this might prove interesting.
Cori: *and heads up with her own slips,
snickering quietly to herself. a dancing devil in those big brown eyes*
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *doesn't take her
to long to make short work of the buger regardless of the size, once finishes
she starts fishing out fries covered in chili and cheese eating them one at a
time.*
Cori: *bounce-steps back to the table and
flops down into her seat again, untroubled by that "grace" business*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She goes
back and sits down next to Sam...but she doesn't stay there long before she's
called up for her first song. Yep...it's "Asshole," by Denis Leary. She grins
and bounces right back up, moving to the stage as she lights a cigarette. For
effect, of course. And because, well, she's a smoker.
Anne Tralbor: She muses a moment; it's
a pub. The amount of people already snapping pictures of their friends on the
kareoke is probably large, and so, she brings out her own ... settled on her bar
stool, and SNAP SNAP - FLASH FLASH at the small stage
Alec Golden: *leans back to listen, finishing
off his vodka*
Jillian Wolfe: She continues to wait. pulling out a
cigarette and lighting it. Keeping her eyes open and constantly looking around
once again.
Cori: *rests her elbows on the table to
listen cheerfully*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She hits
the stage and grabs the mic, grinning a little bit. "All right, folks...let's
get this going." She takes a drag and gets into Leary character as the track
starts ((CHa+Perf, all praise Performance Aptitude))
Jillian Wolfe: She raises an eyebrow to the flashing of
the persion with the camera Shit, she got told no flash and if I got caught I
was going to be tossed out. How the hell did someone else upstage her in this
one?
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
4,9,7,8,2,8,9,8,
Joshua Coil: *Holy COW. His head swivels
to the stage, and his beer remains on the counter. And he says NOTHING.*
Laspen: ((yay we're all rping in cool places now! wheres
this bar at?))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: Oh,
yes...the stage is hers. She gets TOTALLY into the Denis Leary mindset, not
making her voice melodic, but rather throwing the weight of the "Asshole"
mindset in. The rant toward the end, she hits to a T.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((DD for
reference: The club is called the Amazon, and on any night that isn't Tuesday or
Thursday, it's like any other semi-trendy local bar. Lots of tables, large bar,
a few video games (including the always popular Golden Tee). There's a stage in
the corner, usually empty...except on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Because it's
Karaoke Night. And somewhere along the way, word got out that every now and
then, someone famous comes and visits to sing. Hey, free concert.))
Joshua Coil: *Okay, so maybe the woman's
not SO bad. He smirks, and sips at his beer while listening.*
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances to the
stage as the singing begins... amazing voice. Can't help but smile true talent
is to rare in the world. Sipping her soda and fishing out fries to munch on*
Alec Golden: *shakes head slowly* Well
fuck........we may as well go home now. *laughs and applauds, whistling loudly*
Anne Tralbor: Even Anne just blinks ...
forgetting to snap for a few moments, listening. Then swallowing, and lowering
the camera, nibbling her lower lip and shivering uneasily
Cori: *sticks her fingers in her mouth and
lets off a shriek of a whistle, followed by loud applause and a vivacious rebel
yell*
Jillian Wolfe: Remains totally pissed as Michelle sings.
so much for her getting the good pics that person was basically out in the open
taking them. She takes a long pullk off the beer and almost slamps the bottle
down on the table.
Cori: *smirks at Alec and pats his hand*
don't worry, snookums. like i told Sam, i'll make you sound absolutely flawless.
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *wipes her hands
off on a napkin to clap with the rest once the song is over.*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: When she's
done, she gives a simple, gracious bow, and walks back to her table, taking a
seat.
Alec Golden: *winks* If I truly cared what I
sounded like, I would not be here.
Cori: *grins to Alec and nods* ditto!
Michelle, that was awesome! *as the woman sits back down*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She smiles
a little to Cori. "Thanks." She picks up her AMF and takes a drink, stubbing the
cigarette out before it gets to Sam.
Jillian Wolfe: She is used to beinglooked at for not
applauding and such after someone gives a good preformance her eyes idily trial
Michelle back to her seat next to the other woman.
Anne Tralbor: The goth at the bar sniffs
silently, and rubs her eyes. Yeah, she liked, and she swings her feet, thinking
as she fiddles with the large camera
Joshua Coil: *Just a nod. That's all she
gets. But considering his reactions, one might consider it to be rousing
applause. He finishes off his beer, and orders another.*
Cori: most welcome, Lady Lark. *chuckles*
Cori: *blinks up and grins as her song's
called. that horrible old chestnut, Achy Breaky Heart. rises and plods up to the
stage, grinning like a fiend the whole time. and then inhales and begins to
holler out the lyrics*
Cori:
2,1,4,
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
((*Wince*))
Cori: *and she SUCKS! and knows it! and
does not care in the slightest*
Jillian Wolfe: ((*winces badly and hugs Cori-p*))
Joshua Coil: *He... leans back, and grits
his teeth. Ugh. That is... horrific.*
Alec Golden: *can't help it, he grins,
breaking into a full blown smile as she just keeps going*
Cori: ((*ROTFLMFAO!* that's just horrible! i
LOVE the dice roller! i love it! *hugs and smooches it emphatically*))
Jillian Wolfe: Jillian winces and she gives this as an
excuse to watch the people at one table in particular then glancing back to the
stage wishing the song was a wholelot more over quicker.
Ita McNairee: *that guy suuuure did
recognize her.. the pikey cringes and ducks into a bar, lots of people.. loud
music.. the overly friendly former customer would realize after a while that she
wasn't coming back out.. jesus.. you'd think the belly would scream "OFF DUTY"..
a huff as she straightens her satchel and frowns back at the door, moving deeper
inside and looking around for the sound of that desoloute screeching*
Ita McNairee:
4,5,8,7,
Samantha Jacobs: There is a distinct
CRINGE. Okay. She's not THAT bad
Cori: *laughing so hard she can barely
manage to finish, the torture finally ends. bounces back to the table, still
laughing, wiping tears from her eyes* seeeee? i TOLD you i'd make everyone in
the whole place sound like a chorus of angels!! *not caring who overhears her.
of course, quite a few people likely have their fingers in their ears by
now....*
Alec Golden: ((Famous last words Sam...))
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *cringes as the
other girl tries to sing... least she thinks she's trying to sing it is hard to
tell.*
Anne Tralbor: Okay, this is ... dire. She
shakes her head, glancing around as the auditory assault continues
Alec Golden: *hops to his feet and offers a
standing ovation when she ends*
Anne Tralbor:
9,7,10,7,6,2,
Samantha Jacobs: She stares at Cori
balefully. Who knew someone that thin could produce a sound like THAT.
Joshua Coil: *He gets up slowly, after
chugging his second beer. Ain't No Sunshine, Bill Withers, is entered. Beware.
Leave the bar NOW.*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She's
just....wow. She's amazed. You know how somethings are so bad, they're good?
Yeah, this is one of those things. It's just so horrific, it's AWESOME. She
loves it. And she cheers as loud as she can.
Ita McNairee: *oh. the thin girl on stage..
thaaat was the racket...the pikey shakes her head with a grin and moves awaaay
from the door towards Sam, she's dressed a bit oddly, in an oversized men's
shirt that reads "I used to have super human powers but my therapists took them
away." and a long loose skirt*
Jillian Wolfe: Says a prayer to any god out there who saw
fit to end the song when they did. And she goes back to her watching and looking
around.
Alec Golden: *offers a hug and kiss on the
cheek to Cori before she sits* I may have a job for you. *winks and cocks his
head* Oh shit...my turn. *grins and heads for the stage*
Cori: *bows to Alec, full of self-mockery,
still laughing and grinning. not at all embaressed, either.* hey...maybe i ~can~
make a living as a singer. i'm sure plenty of people would empty their pockets
if i'd just stop singing at them....
Joshua Coil: *But now is the waiting game.
Waiting for everyone to finish up. Another beer will suffice.*
Anne Tralbor: A peanut hits the side of
Josh's face, and the goth; Anne; smiles weakly, nodding to him
Ita McNairee: THa was LOvlie! *she announces
with a hoot as Cori comes off the stage*
Cori: *is quite happy to hug and peck Alec
back*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "That was
beautiful, Cori. Abso-Fucking-Lutely BEAUTIFUL." She grins to the lanky woman,
then looks to Sam. "See? You'll do fine."
Alec Golden:
3,2,8,5,5,5,
Cori: *tries to muffle her chortling under a
long hand, gasping for breath. eyes streaming* ya can't laugh at yerself......
Joshua Coil: *He snorts slightly at the
peanut, and wrinkles his nose.* Don't DO that, *he mutters, but gets out a
smirk. He's in a good mood.*
Samantha Jacobs:
5,4,3,4,4,9,4,
Alec Golden: ((*snickers*)) *shit, missed his
timing on the song, down side of singing a tune with no opening music, and his
voice is just...off, but fuck it, "Bodies" it is*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand] -> Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
((This is oster before anyone screams))
Samantha Jacobs: She misses Ita in the
throng of people. She gives a long glance over to Michelle. "... you just wait."
But she smirks.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club] -> Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]:
((K))
Ita McNairee:
3,5,7,5,
Anne Tralbor: Carefully, she swings
herself off the bar stool and moves to sit by Josh, tilting her head at him and
smoothing her layered skirts
Joshua Coil: ((Can we repost the locale
for a new entrant? *flutters eyelashes prettily*))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
8,10,9,2,
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((DD: The
club is called the Amazon, and on any night that isn't Tuesday or Thursday, it's
like any other semi-trendy local bar. Lots of tables, large bar, a few video
games (including the always popular Golden Tee). There's a stage in the corner,
usually empty...except on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Because it's Karaoke Night.
And somewhere along the way, word got out that every now and then, someone
famous comes and visits to sing. Hey, free concert.))
Ita McNairee: *yeah.. she's not seeing much
of anyone else.. bt she's spotted sam.. who's familiar.. and that where she's
headed, hoping johnboy's not followed her inside....was that Alec on stage
singing? she cocks her head and nibbles her lip *
Jillian Wolfe: Jillians gazes goes to Alec well at least
he is better than that gril before him.
Cori: *leans over to mutter to Sam* heh....and
just think--poor Michelle hasta do one with me....and then you guys got one more
that's gonna be allllll me. *smirks gleefully*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She, on
the other hand, notices Ita and smiles, waving her over.
Samantha Jacobs: She shudders at Cori.
"Where's ear plugs when you need them?" But still smirking slightly.
Cori: *grins widely to Alec as he sings*
love that song...*murmurs*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She smiles
as Alec rocks out. His timing may be off, but that's fine. He's got the passion,
and that's what matters.
Cori: *snickers, giving Sam her best Evil
Villian smile, complete with hands rubbed together*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: And a guy
enters from the street, pushing in through the crowds.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: The guy
that walks in seems like a drifter, dirty blonde hair tied back into a ponytail,
scraggy moustache and goatee, gimlet blue eyes taking in the room around him. He
wears an old worn and battered tan trench that is fading all over and it reveals
a plain flannel shirt beneath, a big wide brimmed tanned hat, and black cargo
pants with lots of pockets, on his back is a Guitar case. Theres the smell of
the road with him, is it bog.. turned peat? It seems to flood the room, probably
a drain problem, but.. well theres an unrest now that wasn’t there before
((Eerie presence,))
Joshua Coil: *He just... sits down.
Remaining calm. He clears his throat, and looks back to Anne.* It's an
interesting night.
Ita McNairee: *waving.. she heads over to
michelle and gives a smile* och.. allo loves *she singsongs merrily to all at
the table. who needs karaoke when you sound like that normally? she glances back
towards the door, and eye out* reckon ah can plant me arse wie ye's?
Samantha Jacobs: She glances to see who
Michelle is waving at, and she nods to the small gypsy.
Claire Lewis: It feels like it's about 10am
to her. It's not. Jetlag is a terrible, terrible thing. She's aready gone out
once before, but it didn't make her tired. Flipping through a local guide she
decides to check out the Amazon. Because years ago Karaoke was the funniest
thing around. And why not get some free entertainment, right?
Alec Golden: *finishes off and steps off the
stage, wandering back to the group* And that, is why I stick to the guitar.
*chuckles*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "By all
means, Ita, go ahead." She nods, leaning into Samantha gently, as she listens.
Anne Tralbor: A nod, a shrug to Josh, then
producing a notebook, scribbling a note and showing him, waiting
Cori: *grins to Ita* hiya, i'm Cori.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]:
6,6,8,7,2,8,7,3,
Samantha Jacobs: A small hesitation, and
then she slides an arm around Michelle. Because she can.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: wow, he
sees everyone,
Alec Golden: Sup Ita? *slides into his seat*
Claire Lewis: Claire's a thin blond girl in
levis and converse. Hipster slacker cool. Or, lazy. Take your pick. Faded
t-shirt with a strangely obscene logo involving two monkeys, a banana and a
slogan in Chinese. The sort of shirt that wasn't meant to be obscene at all.
Probably a logo for some kind of health supplement or something innocent.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: As Cori
sits down, Michelle and Sam's names are called out. Here it comes. She smiles at
Sam and takes her hand, gently pulling her to the stage.
Cori: *gives Alec a wolf whistle and a loud
burst of applause* you rocked most hard up there. *nods cheerfully*
Ita McNairee: Allo loves.. *she plunks with
a faint jingle into a seat, smiling at all the table members and nodding to cori*
Aye.. Ah'm Ita.. ye 'elped me entae a tree. *she winks up to Alec* allo doves.
been aulrecht?
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
((Cori=Alec. They look so much alike))
Jillian Wolfe: She is not going to leave despite the
singing and despite anything else, She stubs out her cigarette and takes a pull
from the beer as she continues, damn was she popular look how many people are
there. She sighs and continues hoping for a good shot.
Samantha Jacobs: She groans slightly, and
allows herself to be pulled up with a shake of her head. She's a little paler,
not used to attention or the like. And you know, she can't SING. But Michelle
asked, so sing she will.
Joshua Coil: *Movement. Hm? New person.
Ohh... and that chick from the so called coffee house. Craziness.*
Jillian Wolfe: Good thing there is a couple of tables in
front of her she gets reads shifting slightly in her seat. Maybe something now.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club] -> Samantha Jacobs:
"You'll do fine, sweetie. Just have fun with it."
Alec Golden: Been keepin breathin Ita. You?
Samantha Jacobs: She licks her lips and
shakes her head at Michelle with a grin. A hand nervously rubs on her pants.
Cori: look at it this way, Alec....you get
me to open for you, and you'll have ~rave~ reviews every time. just lock the
club doors during my set so the audience doan run away.*chuckles*
Jillian Wolfe: ((Jillian is at a table by herself
surrounded by other people))
Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Anne after
his third beer. And gets ready to watch the duet. Feeling oddly comfortable with
this.*
Claire Lewis: "Kingfisher," she says to the
bartender. "KINGFISHER," she repeats over the volume of the club.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "All
right, folks...time to slow it down a little bit." She tussles her hair up a tad
and gets ready to go.
Alec Golden: Shit Cori.....maybe I WANT you
to clear the club out.
Anne Tralbor: She shrugs at no reply,
slumping beside Josh and settling back. Watching without interest, and no longer
trying to snap pics
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
6,6,9,7,9,2,1,8,
Cori: *giggles* so i'll sing last, get the
stragglers moving. *grins*
Samantha Jacobs: ((Spending WP *L*))
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *As the place
fills up as night comes on full force. She finishes her fries up sipping at her
soda perodicly thru the straw, when the waitress comes around again she gets the
check from her*
Samantha Jacobs:
1,4,
Ita McNairee: me tae loves * smile to alec*
aye.. me tae.
Samantha Jacobs: ((Dammit, Alec, you were
right *L*))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: For her
part, she knows the song pretty well, it seems, and she's not just a Sheryl Crow
copy. She makes it her own, and adds a bit of a Southern Twang to her voice. As
bad as Sam may be, she obviously doesn't care. She just goes with it, looking at
her with a smile.
Ita McNairee: *a cringe as sam starts
singing.. but Michelle carries it.. despite the horribleness that Is sam*
Jillian Wolfe: From her spot the camera is brought up and
she starts snaping away and lucky her no flash the lights of the stage doing
enough for her. She tries to get anything with those two hey insinuations were
worth money too.
Samantha Jacobs: Okay, she's not AS bad
Cori. But she's not good either. She's lucky she can fade easily back behind
Michelle. A hand gets shoved in her pocket, and her head tucks in embaressment
as she sings.
ori: *grisn widely and listens. the two
voices combined aren't bad*
Alec Golden: ((*bows deeply*))
Claire Lewis: Beer in hand, Claire pushes
her way back through the crowd. "Mind?" She asks Jillian, gesturing to one of
the empty chairs.
Jillian Wolfe:
7,5,5,7,4,7,2,7,
Alec Golden: *grins at the stage*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((S'okay,
I predict Cori will outdo herself and DOUBLE-Botch the next one. *G*))
Ita McNairee: *the pretty little gypsy is
BEAMING.. insistant john forgotten.. she watches with a hand tucked on her
abdomen,*
Jillian Wolfe: ((7 @ diff 6 and 5 @ diff 8 abilityy app))
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: The
drifter does what drifters do and drifts to behind Ita, spreading his horrible
persona, but hes smiling, watching the stage.
Cori: ((*shakes finger at Michelle* hey now,
don't jinx me. if you say it, it won't happen! *L*))
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *Checking the bill
cost, she digs in her purse and drops enough money on the table to cover it and
a typical tip.*
Jillian Wolfe: She doesn't even look from her camera as
she snaps pics. "Go for it but sit in my field and we will have probs."
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: When the
song is done, she takes Sam's hand and raises it into the air, turning it into a
double-bow. She's not taking the credit for this one alone. They're a team.
Joshua Coil: *Too many photographers. The
flash makes him cringe.*
Alec Golden: *gets a flash of inspiration,
reaches out and snags a slip and scribbles on it, heading for the DJ stand with
a grin*
Cori: *applauds with more hooting and
hollering*
Anne Tralbor: Too many people in the
whole. She can't make herself heard, so she slips to stand and head off
Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head, but
bows along with Michelle. Just going with it.
Ita McNairee: WOOO! Brilliant! *she
cheers, then that crawling feeling of unease makes her turn around, looking up
to the drifter.. nope... not the john.. she bites her lip, brown eyes wide* ..och..
allo?
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: As Alec
moves the drifter taps ita on the shoulder, smile on his face, "Miss..I think
you dropped this, " holding her a closed fist.
Jillian Wolfe: She continues to snap away waiting and
hoping. There is no flashing comming from this camera at all.
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *slipping off the
stoll she heads for the exit, with a final glance to the stage with a grimice.
Not getting the appeal of listening to people who can't sing attempt to sing. *
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: After the
bow, she pulls Sam into a hug, leaning in to whisper to her before giving her
Kid Rock a kiss.
Joshua Coil: *He looks to Anne, leaving,
and he shrugs. Feeling like he interrupted something as well.*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club] -> Samantha Jacobs:
"Thank you. This is SO going to be worth your
while."
Ita McNairee: *she gives him a suspcious
sort of look, but extends a small bangled hand*
Jillian Wolfe: Jillian snaps that one kiss.
Jillian Wolfe:
8,3,3,8,2,9,8,2,
Alec Golden: *applauds and cheers the pair
before turning back to the DJ an speaking quietly before heading back to the
table with a shit eatin grin on his face*
Jillian Wolfe: ((Shit even with ability app 4 sux))
Cori: *raises a nearly invisible brow at
Alec* should i be afraid now? *giggles*
Samantha Jacobs: Whoa, hey, public! They
were supposed to do that in... oh fuck. There was no way she was going to pull
away from THAT. There is that moment of shock before arms slip around Michelle,
and she returns the kiss.
Claire Lewis: "That's ok.." Claire says
with an aggitated frown. Let the paparazzi do her own thing. Whatever. She
wanders back, taking a drink from her bottle and finds somewhere to stand and
watch that doesn't block anyone else's view.
Jillian Wolfe: And as long as Michelle and Sam stand
there on stage kissing Jillian frantically snaps pics of it.
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head, reading
the note*
Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *slips out the
door, pausing a moment to fish out a cigarette. Lighting it up as she takes a
slow drag off it, then turns in heads back in the direction of Davids apartment*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "jah?" he
asks quietly, watching her eyes,
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She breaks
it and smiles to Sam, then takes her hand, leading her off-stage.
Samantha Jacobs: She's... red. Really red.
But smiling, even as her head is tucked, following Michelle off the stage.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She takes
a seat, grinning a little. Must've been the AMF she's drinking...she was in the
moment. A bit of a shiver goes down her spine at the uneasiness she picks up
from Ron, sitting nearby, but otherwise, she's in a beautiful mood.
Jillian Wolfe: Oh she is estatic at this point this beats
the pics she got earlier. Almost giddy with excitement she puts the camera in
the backpack and beer forgotten it is her chance to get THIS in the papers
before tomorrow morning.
Alec Golden: Beautifully done ladies.
Cori: this's fun. *nods cheerfully* i suck,
you guys rock.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: "Thank
you, Alec." She smiles to him, and leans back against Sam.
Claire Lewis: She leans against the wall,
drinking. Lazilly watching people.
Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head with
that small smile, leaning down to kiss Michelle's temple. "I have to go take
Evan to pyhisical therapy. See you later tonight?"
Alec Golden: Noooo...at Karaoke, we suck, you
rock.
: ((open? time? and location is a Karaoke club, right?))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((Uptown,
After 9 PM, and the DD is: The club is called the Amazon, and on any night that
isn't Tuesday or Thursday, it's like any other semi-trendy local bar. Lots of
tables, large bar, a few video games (including the always popular Golden Tee).
There's a stage in the corner, usually empty...except on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Because it's Karaoke Night. And somewhere along the way, word got out that every
now and then, someone famous comes and visits to sing. Hey, free concert.))
Ita McNairee: *a slow smile as the
creepiness sort of wears off. she looks up* Jah.. *she intones back, grinning*
Ow're ye darlin?
Jillian Wolfe: She hefts the backpack to her back and
heads back out the way she came in the back door. She doesn't care tonight was a
good night for her.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: A look
back to Sam, and she nods. "All right. Take care, tell big brother hi for me."
Cori: *tilts head* who's Evan? *grins* see
ya, Sam. be safe, ai'ight? *grins to Alec* ah, i can see it now--my name in
lights over every karakoe bar in the country. and every parking lot totally
empty...*snickers*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "Im good,
good," he chuckles back his accent a smooth american, touch of southern, doesnt
stop him being creepy, but at least it makes it bareable "have you sang yet?"
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((Little
Brother. Big Brother just sounds better.))
Samantha Jacobs: "I will." She leans again
to steal a kiss and then stands, nodding to Cor. "My brother. And I will. Night
all." A faint wave, and she moves to head out.
Joseph Anderson: *enters the club and takes a look around,
stepping aside from the door as people come and go while he's getting a feel for
the place*
Joseph Anderson: DD>Standing at 6 feet 3 inches tall,
Joseph is a rather tall thirty-five year old man, and rather lean, looking like
there isn’t much fat at all on him. Then again, he’s not muscular, either…but
not skinny. He has rather short black hair and piercing gray eyes that seem to
take in everything at once, while being able to focus on minutiae as well. He’s
dressed in a gray casual wear suit, rather stylish, out of the Calvin Klein
menswear collection, and it is a bit of a loose fit, but still looks rather good
on him. He walks with the confidence of a man with a purpose, and with the
experience necessary to succeed at that purpose.
Alec Golden: There you go then. *chuckles*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((Delete
my alteration. One of those things.))
Alec Golden: Take care Sam. See ya later.
Cori: *chortles softly, looking around for
the next sacrificial lamb*
Alec Golden: *hops up as the next name is
called* C'mon Michelle. Time for something I am good at. *laughs*
Ita McNairee: Ah 'avenae.. dinnae reckon
Ah've a song oop.. aye? She motions for him to sit, perfectly comfortable with
inviting a stranger to sit at Michelle Morgan's table* G'necht Sam!
Claire Lewis: She's content to be another
face in the crowd. She most certainly ain't gonna sing.
Jillian Wolfe: And she slips out the back to get her
reward for this. ((thanks for the RP *EG*))
Alec Golden: *pulls the band holding his hair
back out, that's the problem, hair pulled back is making his brain not function*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: A blink,
and she looks around. "I'm up again? Must be time for One." She stands up and
follows Alec.
Alec Golden: Nope....not One. *grins and
grabs a mic*
: ((how odd the site cloned everyone))
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He sits
next to her, smiling amiably, the guys kinda got a big mouth, a little to big,
but hey "so are you choosing, or is it a night off for your lovely self?" he
lays his guitar case across his lap, handing Ita his orange as he does so and
leaning to murmer.
Joseph Anderson: *and he heads over to the table closest
to the stage that's currently unoccupied to take a seat, still seemingly
evaluating the place, clearly a newcomer*
Alec Golden: ((*maces the site*))
Alec Golden: ((And blowin a WP just cause.))
Alec Golden:
7,4,7,10,4,8,
Cori: ((oy...that would've been scary--TWO
Coris singing. must be the Techies with their evil plots. *looks around
suspiciously*))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She looks
over at Alec, an eyebrow raised as she gets the mic back from the DJ. "Aleeeec?
What the fuck am I singing?" She says it with a wary grin.
Cori: *grins to Ron and offers a hand,
hiding the slight twitch* hiya! i'm Cori!
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She's
going to be dueting with this man soon, so she gives it her all, whatever it is.
((WP as well. HAH!))
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
3,9,8,7,9,9,10,3,
Alec Golden:
10,
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]:
3,
Alec Golden:
8,
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((Seven
for each of them, with WP. I think we win.))
Alec Golden: ((I WIN!!!)) *the open strains
of 'Broken' come through the speakers and his voice slides easily into the song,
baby blues watching Michelle as he sings, and sings well*
: ((Hot DAMN!))
Ita McNairee: Och.. dinnae kain.. ducked en
tae gie ot tha way o a folk wha didnae mooch like "nae" fer a reply.. reckon me
accent'll mangle most thengs.. aye.. *she takes his drink and sips it, pikey
apparently not knowing that "no drinks from strangers" rule*
Alec Golden: ((Damn...missed the WP
post....WE RULE! Can you say Platinum album? *WEG*))
Liam MacKenzie: (still time for a gimp to
cmon in?*G*)
Cori: *jaw drops. stares and listens in awe*
Ita McNairee: *and she nearly chokes as Alec
and Michelle begin to sing*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She grins
as she hears the opening strains, and she slides into perfect cue with him,
matching him with an ungodly ease. The two complement each other perfectly, like
they were born to be singing this song together, right now.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: The
drifters ear is tugged to the stage, HE HATES that music.. but they are singing
so well, he cant even believ he thought that "I dont think so Ita, I think you
could do well, what with your talents.."
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: ((Always
time for the gimp!))
Joseph Anderson: *he listens, looking rather
impressed...though whether it's the singing quality or the performer certainly
isn't clear. he stands up before anyone even has a chance to take his drink
order and goes over to the DJ*
Alec Golden: *crowd, not there, lights, non
existant....the only thing here is the music and the woman before him, those
watching can almost see him lose himself to the music*
Ita McNairee: *she smiles to the drifter and
moves from her seat to his lap, proper position for a wee pikey as she leans
back and nurses his drink, listening in mute awe to Michelle and Alec*
Cori: *leans on the table, big brown eyes
shimmering. so damn ~good~....*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "they are
good arent they, who would have thought the blue bloods had taste..." he murmers
to Ita smirking.
Claire Lewis: She finishes her beer and
leans back, contemplating leaving. Karaoke isn't as funny if you're not watching
people you know make fools of yourselves.
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She's
completely, totally lost into the song, and if not for the fact that everyone
just saw her with her ACTUAL love, it would be tough to doubt that these two
weren't together. The way they sing, they might as well be, at this moment.
Liam MacKenzie: *normally mr liquid grace
is so much not so right now...hobbling in the door of the place with a cane,
loose bluejeans and a vest(black boot that the jeans cover the top of),
shoulderlength chesnut brown hair and baby blue eyes...even with the cast on his
right leg that peers out from under the jeans he still has this something about
him that draws attention, devlish good looks as well....eyes towards the stage
almost wistfully*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: big hand
slips around her waist, holding her comfortable, musicians hands. he moves his
guitar case to his side.
Ita McNairee: aye.. *she breathes,
leaning back against Ron and tucking her head under his chin as she sips the
drink in front of her, she swallows and murmers*
Joseph Anderson: *after brief negotiations with the DJ,
perhaps something about "How could you not have song X?" as so often occurs at
this sort of place, Joseph returns to his empty table, catching a waitress on
the way back to order scotch...if they don't serve alcohol though, he'll just
take a cola*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he looks
to Cori "Hi.. " taking her hand, "The names Ron."
Alec Golden: ((And somewhere, Shaun Morgan
and Amy Lee are crying into their beers....)) *and all too soon, the song comes
to an end, an awed silence falling over the room, he takes a deep breath and
tosses his mic to the DJ*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]:
3,5,3,6,2,8,2,7,
Cori: *quivers at the chill that races up
her arm and down her spine. but grins to the drifter* nice ta meetcha.....*and
then breaks out into the loudest set of hoots, hollers, and rebel yells yet*
Michelle Morgan [Karaoke Club]: She smiles
softly, setting the mic back in the stand, and takes Alec's hand for a bow.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he smiles
as they end, he cant clap, holding ita on his knee.
Joseph Anderson: *as soon as the song ends, Joseph
applauds, that was a damn good rendition, and he's quite impressed*
Ita McNairee: *she jumps a little on the
creepy Musicians lap, shaking her head and breaking into a cheering sing song*
Tha was Bloody Amazing loves! *she's clapping enough for 3*
Alec Golden: *takes the hand and bows with
her, rising with a grin*
Liam MacKenzie: *laughing when he sees its
alec just finishing up, he limps his way closer, taking out a lighter and
holding it up as he lets out a loud whistle of approval*
Michelle Morgan: She rises with an equally
wide grin, and nods in acknolwedgement of the applause. She smiles over at
Alec....oh, yes. They will be recording that as a cover. She steps off the stage
and heads back with Alec to their seat.
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head as Ron
leans and murmers something to her, eyes widening a bit before she looks up,
pressing his hands close against her and giving a smile* Aye me Darlin. Am sae.
Alec Golden: *walks back with Michelle
offering a wave and come here gesture to Liam as the walk and he sits*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]:
"incredible.." the one word he manages, planting a kiss on the pikeys forehead.
Joseph Anderson: *he sips his drink, quite clearly
relieved that there's a couple of people going up before he does, he cannot
follow that up. No way*
Cori: *chuckles* i dunno whther to hope i
get called again next or not....guys, that was orgasmic.
Michelle Morgan -> Ita McNairee:
6,5,2,7,8,8,5,
: as they return they get an approving nod
from the stranger at there table with a pikey tucked in his lap.
Liam MacKenzie: *he sees the gesture from
alec and heads that way with a quicker limp, using the cane to help him along,
smiling with a rather irresistable crooked grin* knew he could play but damn...hes
got a voice too.....
Alec Golden: *chuckles at Cori* Thanks
Cori....appreciate it. Haven't sang that well in a long time.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((claim. I
wish people wouldnt drop :( ))
Alec Golden: *laughs up at Liam* I lie a lot.
How ya been?
Cori: *grins to Liam cheerfully* hi, i'm
Cori. Ita, Ron...looks like ya know Alec, Michelle. *grins and waits for him to
sit before offering a long hand*
Michelle Morgan: She smiles to Cori and
the rest of the congratulators. "Thanks, guys." She looks over to Alec as she
pulls her cell phone and dials a number. "We are SO covering that."
Joseph Anderson: *what the hell, he'll be social. He picks
up his drink and heads over to the area where all these people are gathered,
specifically, he's heading towards Alec*
Ita McNairee: *she wraps an arm up around
the big drifter's neck and kisses his cheek, before winking at alec* Perfection
love.. bloody brillaint
Liam MacKenzie: Alec: boooored as
fuck...*chuckling as he nears him and pats a hand on his shoulder, leaning on
the cane* been better, but not too bad actually....you?
Alec Golden: *chuckles at Michelle* If we do,
Amy Lee will come and try to kick your ass.
Liam MacKenzie: cori...nice to meetcha.....names
Liam...*nodding to her, taking her hand with his free one and giving a warm
shake to it*
Alec Golden: Doing good. *looks at the cane*
You come out second best in a fight with a truck?
Joseph Anderson: *clears his throat to make sure Alec has
noticed him before he speaks* "Sir, I must congratulate you. You were
outstanding on stage, and more impressive, you managed to keep up with Ms.
Morgan quite well."
Cori: *blinks and snickers* uhoh. my turn
again......*snickers evilly as she rises--"Need a Lover" is about to be utterly
ruined* nice to meetcha, Liam. plug your ears!
Liam MacKenzie: mmmm.....occupational
hazzard..*shaking his head to alec, he lifts the edge of his right pantleg
slightly, enough to show a cast that goes upwards towards the knee most likely*
havent been to work in about......*thinks*....couple weeks....?
Alec Golden: *laughs and looks up at Joseph*
I have to admit I was a little surprised myself. Thanks.
Alec Golden: Damn. *winces* Gonna heal okay?
Ita McNairee: och.. *she laughs and winks to
cori, then looks up to Ron* Are ye gintae seng sweet loves? *the creepy man gets
a smile*
Michelle Morgan: She winks at Alec, phone
to her ear. "And Shaun's gonna beat you senseless. But Larry will keep us sa--Larry?"
She speaks into the phone. "Yeah, it's Michelle. You still got that friend who
knows the people at Wind-Up?"
Cori:
9,9,7,
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "I think
you should sing.." he murmers, "you sang at the end of my piano, you can sing
here."
Cori: *and she actually pulls it off.
miracles DO happen!! no bleeding eardrums this time! looking a bit startled at
herself*
Alec Golden: ((Hot damn...Cori can sing))
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((HAHA
CORI you got 3 sux! :P))
Cori: ((*ROTFL!* Michelle jinxed meeeee! ah,
well. still got one more try. "close my eyes", heh? *snickers*))
Liam MacKenzie: hope so...dont look to
great for being up to the same form as I was before, but...*shrugging*....lucky
Im out of practice, else Id try to give it a go, but after that Im definately
not...*chuckling and shaking his head*
Joseph Anderson: *mumbles* "What, is everyone here a
professional? Damn, I'm gonna make an ass out of myself. Oh well." *he laughs at
that a bit*
Ita McNairee: *she's about to say something
when singing occurs. she blinks, having thought Cori was on her way up.. to...
blinks.... oh. a grin before she turns Ron* mmm. ah reckon sae.. any suggestions
loves. *she reaches for a book and brings it for him to read*
Michelle Morgan: She beams at Cori and
gives a thumbs-up...a thousand times better, before speaking into the phone.
"Broken. Alec and I are gonna cover it. What?....Yes, I'm at the Amazon. Yes,
Larry, another free concert. Would you listen? I need you to get the rights for
us to cover Broken." She shakes her head. "I don't care how new it is. Trust me,
the studio will LOVE it."
Cori: *blinks her way back tot eh table,
chuckling* how'd that happen? *grins as she flops down in her chair* ((for
amusement, if anyone wants the lyrics, i have 'em up on a page.))
Alec Golden: *nods* Take care of that leg
man. Unless you are going for the pity vote from the ladies.
Liam MacKenzie: *looking to cori he grins
as she sits* thought you said you were bad?
Alec Golden: *grins up at Joseph and looks at
Cori* What the hell was that? I expect far more from you Cori...please, try to
resume you usual form by the next song. *winks*
Cori: *chortles* you shoulda heard the first
song i squawked.
Ita McNairee: och.. et was awfi *ita assures
Liam in all sincerity, singsonging pleasantly*
Michelle Morgan: "Just talk to them.
Believe me, it'll be worth it." A grin to Alec. "No, I promise, no more songs.
Just three. Talk to you later. Bye." She hangs up and slips the phone into her
pocket. Poor abused music manager.
Cori: *snickers to Alec* well, sicne my only
other song's with her....even if i manage another minor miracle. *puses,
thinking* make that major miracle...i'm still going to sound more like i did the
first tiem.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "Well, "
he looks to her, and to the list, "If you find nothing you want, you could ask
and I could play something you know?" squeezing the Pikey a little.
Alec Golden: That's what I like to hear.
*laughs warmly*
Joseph Anderson: "Maybe this is a conspiracy to make me
look even worse than I actually am when I get up there."
Alec Golden: *glances up at Joseph* Nah. You
really should have heard the first one.....
Liam MacKenzie: psh....get enough pity
from my girl to put florence nightengale to shame....*smirking and shaking his
head, he nods about taking care of the leg though* been good ....just felt
restless tonight
Cori: *impish grin to Alec. nods cheerily at
Joseph* hi, i'm Cori. *offers a long, pale hand*
Joseph Anderson: *he'll shake Cori's hand* "I'm Joseph.
Congrats, you were good up there."
Alec Golden: *nods* Good to hear. If you need
a place to get away from the mothering, give me a call. *laugh*
Michelle Morgan: She smiles to Joseph
finally, in greeting. "Hey. I'm Michelle."
Joseph Anderson: *to Michelle* "I'm aware. Joseph."
*grins*
Liam MacKenzie: *looking at joseph he
grins warmly* idea is to have fun anyways up there...Im sure youll do fine...
Cori: *laughs* thanks, dude. trust
me....people were crying after the first one, and it wasn't from the sheer
beauty of the song. *ponders* although......achy breaky heart's not a song to
cry over for its beauty, anyway....
Alec Golden: I'm "that guy singing with
Michelle Morgan". *grins*
Michelle Morgan: "Nice to meet you,
Joseph." A warm grin and a nod. "So, I think they're calling your name..."
Cori: whyn't you go up there, Liam? broke
leg dun make you a crip and all. *chuckles*
Ita McNairee: och.. noow there's somethen..
*she thinks a long moment.. then murmers* ye kain Oot awn the Myra darlin? *she
cocks her head up and hums the chorus to the unsettling music man*
Liam MacKenzie: *looking to cori,
chuckling alot more now* Im out of practice.....and I wouldnt know what in the
world to sing...its been yeeeears....
Joseph Anderson: "Yup, and I'm off!" *he heads up to the
stage, he's enjoying himself, and he sets his drink down on the edge of the
stage so he doesn't lose it, and he takes the microphone, as Bus Stop
starts playing*
Joseph Anderson: ((I'm SO spending a WP...maybe I won't
botch then...))
Joseph Anderson: 9,7,
Ita McNairee: Och Michelle *she inquires
with a sudden chirp of pikey quickspeak* reckon they'd let a folk sing an play?
*head gestures to the oddly forboding man who's lap she sits on*
Cori: *scratches her head slightly* what
about...um.....huh. 'naughty girls need love too'? *grins impishly* or
'respect'? or 'i'm too sexy'?
Liam MacKenzie: sweet goddess...*coughing
at the songs she mentions, smiling widely with bemusement despite himself*
nooooo
Cori: *smirks to Liam* better'n
"closer"...*snickers, then blinks up to Joseph with a wide grin--he's not bad at
all!*
Joseph Anderson: *surprises himself by NOT totally
sucking, and it's quite visible on his face that he's surprised by it, but he's
enjoying himself*
Michelle Morgan: She listens to Joseph
sing, smiling a little. "Ummm...it's not really a live music thing, Ita. That's
usually reserve for Wednesday, their Open Mic night. You can always ask,
though...they could very well go for it."
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "I
think I could manage, " he grins, "If thats for you."
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "well Ita,
we could do this another time.." he smiles giving her a squeeze.
Alec Golden: *nods at the man singing and
glances at Cori* I already thought of that one.....*pulls the vibrating cell out
of his pocket and answers* It's my night off....someone better be dead.
Cori: *blinks at Alec and gives him a wide
grin and a double thumbs-up*
Joseph Anderson: *and the song ends without Joseph
embarassing himself...and this being a Karaoke Bar, that can't be allowed, so he
picks up his drink, takes a sip, holds both hands high, then takes a bow before
heading offstage*
Cori: *gives Joseph the applause and
hollering that seems to be her usual form*
Ita McNairee: Ah'll giee an ask tae em.. let
tha dj 'ave a song aft.. lessen ah'm tae mangle soome blondie *she winks to Alec
and slips off Ron's lap with a kiss to his chin*
Liam MacKenzie: hey...I like that
one...*chuckling* hrm...mebbe hurt...if you wanna keep on a trent thing....
Michelle Morgan: Applause and loud
cheering comes from Michelle as Joseph finishes.
Alec Golden: *his head drops and he shakes
his head* Again? Alright. *sighs* Keep em occupied for a few, I'll be there as
soon as I can.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "Ita, you
can sing while I play another night, go sing your blondie.. Im ok" he smiles,
patting her arm as she moves.
Cori: *blinks at Alec* awwww.....that sounds
like a gotta go. *tilts her head* you gotta sing closer sometime, though. when i
get to hear it. SO love taht song!!
Alec Golden: *rises to his feet* Sorry to
bail on the fun, but there is a minor problem that apparently ~I~ have to
handle. It's been a blast. Nice to meet you all. Catch ya later Michelle. *grins
at the group and heads for the door, applauding Joseph as he goes*
Michelle Morgan: She looks over at Alec.
"Everything okay?"
Michelle Morgan: "All right. I'll call you
later."
Alec Golden: *before he leaves* That's a
promise. *winks* We'll just have to figure out when sometime.
Monique LeFlambeau: Soft, that’s how
people tend to view her. Silver hair frames an oddly youthful face. Full lips
form a pleasant smile. Something about her is just playful. Her clothes tend
towards the outlandish, but they’re almost always an eye grabber. http://www.geocities.com/zzus/MAZON.JPG
Alec Golden: *waves one last time, and like
his player, dashes off for work* ((Cya all later, thanks for the RP. *poofs*))
Cori: *smirks at Alec, cheerfully giving him
a playfully lascivious look* you better or i'll sic my dogs on you. *chuckles*
go beat sense into someone.
Monique LeFlambeau: Struts in, damn near
running into Alec on his way out, and blowing a kiss after him.
Liam MacKenzie: *clapping for joseph with
a grin, he looks to alec and tilts his head slightly*hey...gimme a call
sometime, specially if you ever need help, that or Ill stop by soon, kay man?
Joseph Anderson: *he returns to where he was standing near
where Cori is and Alec was* "Well, guess I can't embarass myself as thoroughly
as I thought I could. Kinda disappointed, actually."
Monique LeFlambeau: She gives the place a
look around. There must something going on, it's the noisiest bar on the block,
and for NY, that's saying something.
Ita McNairee: *she cringes.. blondie.. maybe
there was something else in that book.. she re-enter's poor Ron's personal space
and grabs the book, giving a laugh* ee're goes aye? *off to the Dj*
Liam MacKenzie: yoink! finders keepers if
no one minds...*smirking as he nabs the seat alec was in, carefully sitting in
it with his right leg close to the table*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He smiles
as she heads away hes holding his half full orange juice, at a table with noone
he recognises, other than music personality michelle morgan
Cori: nah, dun mind at all. *grins cheerily
to Liam* doubt anyone else does, either.
Monique LeFlambeau: Yes, it's Blondie.
Maybe she'll even sing a little Blondie, who knows? She looks perfectly amused
as she works her way through the crowd.
Michelle Morgan: "It's all you, Liam."
Yes, she did hear his name get mentioned.
Cori: *stretches with the faint sound of
bones crackling and popping* i'm gonna hafta go soon. gotta take my boys out for
their nightly sniff, or they'll piddle all over the house by dawn. *chuckles*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: his eyes
catch monique, a brow raising, thats a surprise.
Joseph Anderson: *gestures to the seat Alec was sitting
in* "You guys mind if I join you?"
Monique LeFlambeau:
5,4,5,5,8,2,
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((alecs
gone :P))
Monique LeFlambeau: Wow, for a second
there she thought she saw that rock star, what's her name. Naaa couldn't be.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((i
misread1!!))
Cori: ((*G* Liam already claimed Alec's
seat....))
Joseph Anderson: ((ack, I missed that...then he'll gesture
to another empty seat, which I'm just going to suggest is probably around))
Cori: sure, Joseph. have a seat. *grins
widely*
Ita McNairee: *and she's back at the table
in a jiffy, cringing as she crawls back on the lanky musician's lap* och.. 'orrible..
ever 'eard Madonna en Pikey? well Yer gintae. *she chuckles to the table*
Cori: can't be as bad as my first one, Ita.
*laughs*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he
chuckles, "what is it you are singing Ita?"
Michelle Morgan: She gets called back
up...yes, she signed up for a lot. And she pulls Cori along with. It's Ozzy &
Lita time.
Cori: eh? *laughs and goes along* this ought
to be a blast! *grins her way to the stage*
Joseph Anderson: *he takes a seat just as Michelle is
pulling Cori up to the stage*
Michelle Morgan: She takes her mic and
hands one to Cori, grinning. "Ready?"
Monique LeFlambeau: Winks at someone she doesn't know, and steps on the foot of the guy trying to cop a feel. Oooopsie. Gotta love those spiked heels.... searching for an empty table with little luck.
Cori: *laughs* sure nuff! *takes the mic
and gets ready....*
Ita McNairee: *she gives a sheepish grin*
well.. reckoned effen ah'm tae make an arse oot meself, best dae et Proper. Like
a Virgin.. aye? *she looks up and gives the man a cheeky wink*
Liam MacKenzie: *whistling as cori and
michelle head back up on stage, he settles back in the chair*
Monique LeFlambeau: She may have to sit on
someone's lap at this rate.
Joseph Anderson: "WHOOO!" *he applauds and calls out as
Michelle and Cori take the stage*
Michelle Morgan:
4,8,4,2,9,5,4,6,
Cori:
2,3,10,
Liam MacKenzie: *overhearing ita he grins
warmly to her and chuckles when she takes a crack at herself*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "well, you
will do beautifully, beautifully" he assures with a squeeze.
Cori: *well, not as bad as her first go,
still. but this one ain't gonna be a cover!. grins, enjoying singing the song
anyway, crossing ehr eyes to stare at Michelle as she sings*
Michelle Morgan: ((Gotta love that
Performance Aptitude...7 succ)) The song is "Close Your Eyes Forever," and
Michelle does the Lita Ford part exceptionally well...the woman is just ON
tonight. She even gets into acting it out a little bit, portraying the emotion
and emotional desolation of the song.
Ita McNairee: Canane be worse than Cori's
ferst.. folks left.. *a chuckles as she curls fully onto Ron's lap, draining the
rest of the orange juice and setting it on the table, balled up against him like
a chipmunk, hands stroking merrily at his neck as she watches Cori and Michelle,
rivetted*
Monique LeFlambeau: She turns to watch the
two on stage. Is it? In a karaoke bar? Naaa. It's going to bug her all night.
Cori: *her partner in crime is so much
better, it's unlikely anyone really notices the squalling beanpole. who loudly
applauds Michelle when the song's over*
Monique LeFlambeau: Damn, she's good
enough to be. Maybe she is.
Monique LeFlambeau: Claps.
Michelle Morgan: Oh, yes. Yes, it is her.
That voice is unmistakable. Not to mention that "Michelle Morgan and Cori" was
called out to announce them. That kinda helped give her away.
Ita McNairee: *hooting and yelping from the
pikey, all in that pleasant singsong, bangles clattering as she applauds.
Michele seems to have killed the bar though.. few dare to get up and sing
following that*
Joseph Anderson: *and he applauds*
Liam MacKenzie: *applauding and hooting
from him as well to the girls as they finish*
Monique LeFlambeau: Well hells bells, it
is her. She eyes the mic, tempted to have a go at it.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he claps
as best as he can, shes good he will gie her that,
Michelle Morgan: She wraps an arm around
Cori's shoulders comfortably after a dual bow, and heads off stage with her.
Ita McNairee: *she grins to Michelle and
winks* Shite loves.. hard act tae follow
Cori: *slides an arm around Michelle's
shoulders in reutrn, chucklign as they head back* that was a blast. haven't sung
with someone else since the days when my bf and gf and i would stand under our
pal's window and howl out dirty lyrics until someone claled the cops on us. and
you're worlds better tahn all of us put together. i do have to go now and take
care of my dogs. *chuckles* awesome to meet everyone and you guys be good. at
it.
Joseph Anderson: "See ya" *gives a wave to Cori as she
heads off*
Michelle Morgan: "Thanks, Ita." She smiles
to her, and then grins over at Cori. "Later, Cori. Nice to meet you. Any time
you want to hang out, call Sam...we'll get together, okay?"
Liam MacKenzie: was nice meeting you cori...be
careful goin home yeah?
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "Extremely
entertaining Miss Morgan" the drifter drawls as she sits, a polite smile and
nod, pikey still in lap.
Cori: *laughs* dun got her number. but i
know the building. give her a kiss and cop a feel for me, hey? *chortles* i'm
pretty sure i can outrun her, see....longer legs. you take care of that leg,
Liam. nice to meet everyone, again, and hope to see you allllll later! *waves,
and heads off, still with a bounce in her step and a wide grin on her face.
goosing a few people to get them to move out of the way. time to walk the dogs!*
Ita McNairee: Carefy doves... *a kiss to
Ron's chin, the pikey she sees her chance as someone backs out on a song, and
trundles up to the stage, muttering with a melodic laugh* Och. fook.. ready fer
me tae mangle madonna..? weep fer the poor lass en her penthouse..
Cori: ((*hugs all around* this was a blast.
ya'll have fun! *waves and kerflopples*))
Michelle Morgan: "Thank you, Ron." A
gracious smile.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "welcome,"
as he claps watching Ita go up "good luck to her.." he murmers, though probably
only michelle will here.
Joseph Anderson: "So, you this place normally host
professionals, or just you?" *to Michelle*
Monique LeFlambeau: Waves to Ita as he
takes the stage, giving her an encouraging smile. This should be good.
Liam MacKenzie: *settling back once more
with a grin on his face, happy enough just to be out even, he watches ita go up*
Michelle Morgan: "Just me." She smiles
Joseph's way, vaguely paying attention to Ita. "I love to come out and perform.
Drives my manager nuts."
Ita McNairee: *she takes the mike, patting
it a little to hear the static, and can't help but start to laugh as the 1st
strains of "Like A VIrgin" Lilt through the speakers. she grasps contol of
herself and strikes a cheeky pose, opening her mouth and singing, accent and
all*
Ita McNairee: (wp)
Ita McNairee:
9,3,9,8,8,7,
Joseph Anderson: "Ahh. That would explain it. Bit of a
troublemaker, eh?" *he's grinning a bit*
Michelle Morgan: She looks to the stage as
Ita begins to sing, smiling encouragingly to her.
Michelle Morgan: Her eyes widen. DAMN. The
pikey can SING.
Monique LeFlambeau: *LOL* Now there's a
song for a whore.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He grins,
he knew she could sing, she has sat at the end of his piano many times in the
past. "Shes excellent isnt she."
Monique LeFlambeau: She would have never
guessed, not in a million years, that the Pikey could pull that song off without
having everyones ears bleeding. Not with her accent.
Michelle Morgan: "She's...so getting an
audition for talent agents, if she wants it..." Still staring. She's just made a
find.
Ita McNairee: *And out comes madonna, if
Madonna were Scottish, The pikey's cheeky, clearly aware of the irony as she
sashays around the stage, jingling and moving with a devilishly pleased grin,
voice oh so pleasant to listen to in conversation (not that you usually can
understand her) losing nothing of its charm when she sings*
Liam MacKenzie: waaah.....kickass....*grinning
even more and nodding as the pikey sings her arse off*
Joseph Anderson: *well, he doesn't know Ita, but he's
still damn impressed, waiting until she's done before applauding, and doing so
rather loudly when he does*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He nods to
the pikey enjoying herself, a smile, shes good, and shes happy,
Ita McNairee: *she bursts into raucous
tinkling laughter as the last notes of the song end, giving a wink and a bow,
both hands cupping the sweet swell of her belly under her t-shirt, a wink to Ron
as she jingles off the stage*
Monique LeFlambeau: Blinks and looks a
little harder at Ita. Is it her imagination, or has the Pikey put on weight?
Liam MacKenzie: *chin resting on his hand,
finger to his lips in a rather thoughtful pondering look, he keeps looking to
the stage almost wistfully, like he wants to be up there but is fighting with
whether he should, finally standing leaning on the cane with a quiet excuse me,
looking to michelle* where do you sign up?*gesturing towards the stage*
Joseph Anderson: *when Ita gets back* "Damn, you're good
too. This some sort of convention I stumbled in on?"
Michelle Morgan: She stands up, applauding
and whistling loudly, as Ita finishes. To say her admiration is obvious is an
understatement.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: the big
drifters just clapping and nodding as she comes back, standing for the coming
hug.
Ita McNairee: *she laughs and shakes her
head* och.. reckon ah'm used tae sengen fer tha felly's.. jes nae like tha..
aye? *she beams to Michelle with a wink and wraps her arms around the drifter
with an adoring smile*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "you
where, as usual, a phenom," he chuckles, "Diva even.."
Michelle Morgan: "That was incredible, Ita."
She beams back to the gypsy. "Have you ever thought about singing
professionally?"
Monique LeFlambeau: "Very nice, Ita."
Ita McNairee: me darlin?? Nae.. *her eyes
slip to Monique. and narrow. then go back to michelle like it never occurred,
grinning merrily* Nae nae.. been whoren mostly.. ah'm ee're illegals.. aye?
Liam MacKenzie: *he gives ita a thumbs up
and appreciative smile as he stands there quietly*
Ita McNairee: *with a little shove for him
to sit, she plops her ass into Ron's lap with a jingle of charms and a nuzzle to
his chest, affectionate, a grin to liam*
Michelle Morgan: She blinks a little, and
shakes it off. "Well, hell, Ita. You should consider it. You're incredible. If
you're interested, I can get you a meeting with some talent agents, see if we
can get you signed to a contract."
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he lets
Ita free, and turns to monique with a smile, ".. now you I remember mam.. didnt
I play infront of you, a recital last year, here.. I played Oster Klaus's 8th."
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((ok he
says that with ita in his lap!!))
Joseph Anderson: "Well, I gotta get going. Nice meeting
you all." *stands up*
Monique LeFlambeau: She looks over the man
Ita's throwing herself all over. Probably no one, Ita throws herself at
everything with three legs.
Monique LeFlambeau:
2,4,5,2,
Monique LeFlambeau: "Did you?"
Liam MacKenzie: *taking a deep breath,
letting it out slowly, finally figuring he hadnt been heard, he looks to those
at the table after waving to joseph and asks in a bit louder voice(still
standing)* ok....home for a rest, bohemian rhapsody, or something else? I might
as well get it out of me...*slightly nervous but irresistable crooked grin*
Ita McNairee: Och yer taken a piss? *she
chimes in disbeleif.. as whoring was out... noo.. no way! she cocks her head to
michelle and waves absently at Joseph*
Michelle Morgan: "I'm dead serious, Ita.
You're an incredible talent. I'd be happy to see what I can do, if you;d like."
Ita McNairee: Bohemian rhapsody! *she chimes
suddenly.. a song the girl knows! every knows that one!*
Joseph Anderson: *gives a wave to the group, and heads for
the exit, catching a waitress to pay for his drink on the way*
Ita McNairee: *she blinks* ... ye reckon
tha'd be aulrecht Michelle loves?
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "yes.. yes
Im sure," he grins, that mouths far to small, it seems like it should be huuge..
but its not. "Come, Im sure you remember, german piece, not to pretty inmost
parts, "
Monique LeFlambeau: She's a little slow
today, as she studies Ron.
Joseph Anderson: *and Joseph slips out the door and back
to the New York City streets*
Ita McNairee: most folks cannae understan
me.. *she warns, leaning back into her musician chair,a snort at "not pretty in
most parts"* tha peice es lovely tae lesten tae tho darlin.. aye?
Joseph Anderson: ((thanks for the RP!))
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He sighs,
motions her closer and leans for her ear if permission is given
Michelle Morgan: "Absolutely." The phone
comes out again. Poor Larry. "You game?"
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "Yes ita..
it is good in its whole"
Monique LeFlambeau: Tilts towards him,
permission granted.
Liam MacKenzie: *nodding to the one vote
he got from ita, he gives her a grin before clomping his way with the cane up to
where he signs up, putting down the suggested song before heading back to the
table, a stop by the bar on the way to nab some good whiskey(straight)*
Ita McNairee: *she thinks.. then nods* aye..
reckon sae.. effen ye thenk sae.. whorens tae dangerous anyhoow.. could gie a
folk hurt.
Monique LeFlambeau: Glances towards Ita,
arching a brow. The woman is giving up whoring?
Michelle Morgan: "All right." The phone
flips open, and she dials again. "Hey, Larry. Yes, I'm still at the
Amazon...yes, I know Sam had her thing with Evan. I'm...yes, I'm here alone.
Except the friends I have here." A grin to Ita. "No one you know...but someone
you'd like to. Can you get Jackie to schedule some audition time? I've got a
talent you're going to DIE over."
Monique LeFlambeau: She blinks once. Well
duh. Looks him up and down. "I must say, you're looking... exceptional, this
evening."
Ita McNairee: *a smile at michelle that
turns into a smirk as it takes Monique forever to get it, the pikey perched on
the eerie musicians lap*
Monique LeFlambeau: Here's Michelle say
someone is going to DIE over Ita, and... don't do it. Do NOT laugh. In fact,
don't even look. Still her lips twitch.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he smiles
at her catching on "Master of my work Miss, master of my work" he grins "A fine
night we are having yes?"
Monique LeFlambeau: "Indeed you are,
karaoke often do you?"
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "less
often than I would Like.." he nods, "but I have before, Ita though.. she is
perfection"
Liam MacKenzie: *getting back to the
table, he just stands there at the seat, hands on the back of the chair, sipping
at his whiskey and waiting, idly listening to the others as he looks to the
stage*
Ita McNairee: och nae darlin.. jes dinnae
mind maken an arse o meself fer public amusement, aye? *she reaches up to rub
the man's head, cocking her own to Michelle*
Monique LeFlambeau: "She certainly seems
to have mastered the microphone. Interesting crowd you hang out with, Ita."
Nodding towards the rock star.
Michelle Morgan: "There's a couple sticky
points, but nothing that's worse then anything you've dealt with." She nods.
"All right. I'll have her call you tomorrow. No, no more songs. Just one. Talk
to you later, Larry." She hangs up and nods to Ita. "I'll give you Larry's
number...he's my manager."
Ita McNairee: och.. sex drugs an rock an
roll darlin.. aye? *a cheeky grin and a laugh*
Ita McNairee: Larry.. aye. *she nods* thank
ye darlin.. tha'd be peaches.
Monique LeFlambeau: Grins. "I wouldn't
know. I try to walk a more... saintly path."
Michelle Morgan: A look over to Monique,
and a raised eyebrow.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he sighs
listening to the next act, looking to Monique "Is your song coming up?"
Michelle Morgan: "No problem, Ita." She
smiles to the pikey. "Larry's a good folk...you'll like him. He's been around
the block...he'll look out for you."
Ita McNairee: och.. yer a nun like ah'm a
virgin. *she chuckles, hand rubbing her stomach idly as she checks her glass
with a sigh*
Monique LeFlambeau: Smiles sweetly at
Michelle. "Monique," she offers, since no one's bothered to introduce them.
Blinks at Ron. "MY song? I, haven't signed up for any." It looks fun, but... she
glances around. Stage fright? Never. There's just... people everywhere.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "oh go on,
you must have talent at this?" he asks, looking encouragingly to Monique.
Liam MacKenzie: should..*still looking
towards the stage as he absently speaks to monique, nursing that whiskey* Im
even getting my gimp butt up there to try...why not?
Michelle Morgan: "Nice to meet you,
Monique. I'm Michelle."
Monique LeFlambeau: He's GOT to be joking.
She looks at him. He doesn't look like he's joking. "Did you bring ear plugs?"
Ita McNairee: *she smiles her thanks to
Michelle, a couple nights working in a bar singing would be ideal.. added
income.. good. the pretty little gypsy is beaming as she remains settled against
her human looking chair*
Monique LeFlambeau: Liam> "And you would
be?"
Liam MacKenzie: *looking to monique, he
gives one of those natural irresistably charming grins* Liam, Miss
Monique...sorry bout my manners....nice to meet you...
Michelle Morgan: She gets up as her name
is called one last time, patting Ita's shoulder as she moves to the stage. A
brief pause, as she converses with the DJ, and takes the stage and the mic,
grinning a little bit. "Sorry, guys. Slight change in song. I'm feeling
naughty."
Monique LeFlambeau: Liam> "A pleasure, I'm
sure. You go first." Glances at Michelle. "The bar has been set a bit high."
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "No miss.
no earplugs, no need I hope, " he smiles and looks to Ita, "A moment please, to
attend to important business." he asks. readyng to stand.
Ita McNairee: *she slips from his lap with a
kiss to his chin and a wink, she grins and settles back on his seat, looking to
michelle* Naughty?
Monique LeFlambeau: "There's a reason I'm
a book dealer and not a rock star." Smirks.
Liam MacKenzie: monique> already signed
myself up, just waiting to be called...*nodding to her with a reassuring smile
before looking to michelle as she heads up again*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: And he
heads to the Bar, grabbing another orange,
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he passes
by and leaves the Orange with Ita, heading over to the Dj, murmering,
Michelle Morgan: She chuckles and nods
with a wink to Ita, and the opening notes of Garbage's "Bad Boyfriend" plays.
Michelle Morgan: ((WP. She's going for
broke here.))
Michelle Morgan:
5,7,7,10,3,7,7,
Michelle Morgan:
8,
Michelle Morgan: ((Whoops. Forgot a die.))
Michelle Morgan:
4,
Monique LeFlambeau: She picks up the song
book a flips through it. She's really not much of a music buff... it would help
if she found something she knew the words to.
Michelle Morgan: ((Lyrics, for those
interested, are here: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/garbage/badboyfriend.html))
Monique LeFlambeau: Narrows her eyes at Ron as he whispers with the DJ. He is not putting her on the list. He wouldn't.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He
hears the Indefatiguable Miss Morgan start again as he heads back, smiling to
Ita, and waiting to resume his seat, "Found anything you like?" to Monique.
Ita McNairee: *she sways and laughs at the
somg.. eyes widening as she moves her head and notices the orange juice*
Ita McNairee: *she gets up to let ron take
his seat, slipping into his lap again*
Michelle Morgan: ((And with PNINE
successes...I love my rock chick...)) Oh, yeah. She sexifies it up, turning the
already-dirty song positively lascivious. She vamps it up to the Nth degree,
moving out off the stage and into the crowd, flirting as she sings along with
people, mostly at her table. Liam and Ita get a fair amount of attention...she
leaves the would-be Nun alone. Other tables get some Moragn Love, too.
Michelle Morgan: Ron also gets attention
by proxy of Ita.
Monique LeFlambeau: "Damn she's good. Uhhh,
not yet. Still looking." Looking, not stalling.
Liam MacKenzie: *hes absolutely enjoying
watching michelle, nodding his head slightly to the music, one finger tapping on
the cane*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "ah, very
good," he nods to Monique, its up to her whether or not she will, but if she
wont he would prefer less waffling.
Monique LeFlambeau: Pink... pink.. pink
floyd... maybe they have some Type O. Flips the pages. Oh hell.
Monique LeFlambeau: Purses her lips and
looks at Ron. "Are you going to sing?"
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: his eyes
fall on Michelle, this is her show, and shes making sure of it, though he has to
admit, she is a tastey looking one.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "what do
you think?" he looks to her,
Ita McNairee: *ita's impressed..as is
everyone in the bar.. returning affection with a grin, glad the man she's
sitting on is getting some rockstar love. she enjoys the song thoroughly, eyes
wide*
Monique LeFlambeau: *Laughs.* "I think he
who casts the gauntlet, certainly should step up to the plate." And off she goes
to put her name on the list.
Michelle Morgan: She sidles up next to Ron
and Ita as she goes along with the song, sliding down to a kneel next to them
before rising and moving on with a blown kiss and wink. Yeah, she's going all
out. By the end of the song, she's back to the stage, giving a bow as the last
chords fade out.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He smirks
as she heads away, well its been a good night, first alec then her, he whispers
to Ita.
Ita McNairee: *Ita YELLS her appreciation
until she starts coughing, laughing and hooting with the rest of the crowd*
wooooo! Brilliant MIchelle! Fooken Top Notch!
Michelle Morgan: A grin, and she sets the
mic in the stand before coming down offstage to the table.
Ita McNairee: *she gives the man she's on a
firm kiss to the temple, on her knees to reach, song having affected her thusly
as she murmers to him*
Liam MacKenzie: *definately along with the
hooting hollering praise as he claps with the rest of them when michelle
finishes*
Monique LeFlambeau: Strolls back a few
minutes later. "Quite rousing Ms. Morgan."
Michelle Morgan: She smiles to Monique.
"Thank you." A sigh, and she looks around. "It's been nice to meet you all...but
I'm afraid I have to go."
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "I hope so
too for you," he smiles, nodding to Monique, "which did you choose"
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "Ah, then
Good Evening Miss Morgan."
Monique LeFlambeau: Tilts her head in lieu
of a handshake. "A pleasure meeting you."
Michelle Morgan: She pulls out a card and
hands it to Ita. "That's Larry's number. Call him tomorrow, hon."
Liam MacKenzie: awww..heading out before
the gimp gets his chance*playfully pouting, he smiles warmly to michelle* was
nice meeting you too.....need an escort home at all? Im thinkin I need to head
out too...even before I get a chance to sing....
Monique LeFlambeau: "A song called
Christian Woman, by Peter Steele."
Michelle Morgan: "Sure, an escort would be
nice." She grins to Liam, and moves to head out with him. ((Gotta go take movies
back...thanks for the RP, guys. We gotta do the Karaoke bar more often.))
Ita McNairee: *ita takes the card, face
flushed* thank ye loves.. mean tha.. aye? see ye aroond likelys. *she gives a
grin*
SOME POSTS LOST
Monique LeFlambeau: As the DJ calls her
up next, she takes a deep, if useless breath. She has never sung karaoke before.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "yes,
thankyou.." to Monique, settling by Ita, patting her Arm, "I try.. "
Ita McNairee: *she slips to his lap again,
not facing the stage, facing the eerie musician. her hands stroke his face as
she smiles* Darlin? aulrecht? Can ah help?
Monique LeFlambeau: She mounts the stage,
well dressed for a show in black and silver, right down to her painted lips and
nails. Ebony eyes play over the crowd. Maybe she'll freeze up there. Her fingers
curl around the mic and the music begins. The tones are slow, dark and heavy.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "im fine
Miss.. fine," he smiles, hand strokes her cheek once, "you have been lucky, Im
pleased."
Monique LeFlambeau: (wp, enchanting voice
merit, -2 dif)
Monique LeFlambeau:
6,4,5,5,5,5,
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((ooh))
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head into his
stroking. she knew what she was staring at, paying little mind until the silver
haired woman starts into her song. at which she simply curls into the musican
and sets her head on his shoulder, hugging him as she listens. body warm*
Monique LeFlambeau: ((7 sux, she's not
bad. *g*)) If Morgan sang a naughty song, her's downright bad. About a Christian
woman in love with god, who masturbates in church. "For her lust, she'll burn in
hell. Her soul done... medium rare. All through mass manual stimulations....
salvaaation." Her voice breathes through the mic, low and every bit as dark and
forbidding as the music.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: He
watches, arms round the pikey,watching the Warlock sing.
Ita McNairee: *the pikey shivers.. she
doesn't.. feels o good.. woman's voice and the creepiness of the song having
something of a .. negative effect..she gets a little green... no..not in church*
Monique LeFlambeau: She walks the stage as
she sings, painting the image of a fallen nun. A joke perhaps for Ita. "She'd
like to know... Gaaawwwwwd. Feel, feel, feel, her God, deep inside of her. Deep.
Inside of her."
Ita McNairee:
4,7,4,
Ita McNairee: *oh.... not feelin so hot..
maybe.. the orange juice.. she's clinging to the cold man acting as a chair..
exhaling slowly as she tries to put herself to rights*
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "Ita.." he
murmers, sensing the change, "do you wish to go?" a smile to the Warlock, a nod,
she can sing, though its not to his taste... then so little thats made these
days is.
Ita McNairee: *somethong murmered to Ron as
she leans back and heaves another breathe, before smiling greenly to Monique and
nodding*
Monique LeFlambeau: The music tears to
life suddenly, leaping from slow, to energetic as the Christian Woman nears
orgasm in the church. "Jesus Christ looks like me! Jeeeeesus Christ! Corpus
Christi!" One can almost believe she's the serpent in eden. Maybe Jesus does
look like her. Certainly no one there will ever think of the Body of Christ,
quite the same again. There are a few shocked faces in the audience as she sets
the mic down and decends the stairs to an almost apalled silence. A few metal
heads in the back cheering. Most of the audience doesn't seem to know if they
should clap or not.
Ita McNairee: *she cringes.. not sure what
the hell to do. she deicides and begins laughing, head shaking a little.. pikey
looking distinctly.. green. *
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: "ok."
he nods standing with Ita, "Good evening Miss LeFlambeau, Im sure we will talk
soon,"
Monique LeFlambeau: Ooooh, they didn't
like her song? Surely he didn't think she was going to sing Yellow Submarine,
did he? A nod to their parting. "I'm sure. Good evening." And she strolls out
ahead of them.
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: she
probably has no idea that klaus enjoys very little music post 1900, but he takes
Itas arm and head with her to the door, careful as they go.
Ita McNairee: *ita jingles along on his arm,
releived to be out in the night air* THank ye sweet theng
Monique LeFlambeau: She sings softly to
herself as she fades into the night. "There is a house in New Orleans, they call
the rising suuuun...."
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: he nods,
gives her a hug, and starts an aimless wander with her on his arm
Monique LeFlambeau: ((Good night.))
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((fades))
Ron Bailey [Mask of a Thousand]: ((night))
Ita McNairee: *she points his wander towards
her home.. apparently no qualms on letting him know where she lives.. and plus..
that insistent john may be lurking nearby.. away they go*
: (fades and dances)